Taylor surprised me with a massage this morning. Riding my body of all the old stress and welcoming this new “professional” life with enthusiasm.
I’ve never felt more emotionally drained from a book than I have reading The Paris Wife. A wonderfully naive girl falls into a whirlwind romance with a strong brute who then asks her to runaway to Paris. What girl wouldn’t? Hemingway is just as strong and romantic, like he seems in A Moveable Feast. I could feel my heart breaking with every chapter. I felt anger, I felt hurt and yet, I couldn’t help feeling all of those things even when I already knew the ending. Hadley & Ernest’s five year romance seemed like decades. They were truly in love and like Hadley said, she vowed she always would be til death. I don’t know why I feel so much hurt for these two, I just do, as if I knew them and want to shake Hem and make him see. I guess I will never understand those who sabotage a good thing because they think they don’t deserve it.
“Make your life hard. Make your life easy. But make your life truthful.” - Burton Pritzker. This man claims he knows nothing but he’s taught me more in a day than any other professor in my lifetime.
I visited my grandma today. She was a beaut at 19 and still is. Why did everyone stop making portraits like these?
twenty-four. adventurer. photographer. Texan.
